The Sunday Story

I woke up early on Sunday. It was - 6 degrees, without counting wind chill. I had turned on both water taps to drip in the laundry tub overnight, but decided it was not a good idea to turn them off! I had no plans for leaving the house today.

God save the homeless people!

I got a cup of coffee and filled in the Blog post. I checked the news again at 7:30 a.m., and it was – 8 degrees. Good Lord!

So, I started my slow cooker soup for the day: “Polish sausage and cabbage" soup “Kapusta”. This is a recipe my cubicle buddy Courtney turned me onto. She knows how much I like cabbage soup.

I needed two cups of shredded cabbage. So, I cut the little head of cabbage I bought yesterday in half and cut that in half again. Then I started running the first quarter though the box grater.

Then I realized that was stupid. The resultant cabbage was too small to even make decent coleslaw, much less soup! So, I used my Wustof knife to shred the rest of the cabbage. I chopped a sweet onion. Then I peeled and grated a fat carrot.

I peeled three small Idaho potatoes and cut them into cubes (you need two cups).

I took a Dearborn Brand smoked kielbasa and cut it in half. I laid it on its flat side and cut it into 1/2-inch moons. 

The one thing I couldn’t find at the store yesterday was caraway seeds. The recipe called for two teaspoons, crushed. It also said they were optional, though.

I put the potatoes, cabbage, carrot, onion, sausage and a little salt and pepper in the slow cooker. I poured four cups of chicken stock over everything. I covered it and turned it on low for 10-12 hours (5-6 hours on high).

I shaved and showered and got on with the Sunday chores and the weekend wash.

I did take a nice nap in the afternoon. The phone woke me up, but I didn’t mind. It was my friend B___ and we talked a long time (it’s been a while since we chatted).

It was around 7:00 p.m. when I dished out some soup. It was good, but it seemed like it was missing something (probably the damn caraway seeds!) So, I added a good splash of Worcestershire sauce (my old-school secret umami sauce). That helped.

I started watching the Saturday Night Live 40^th anniversary show. I was going to just watch it for a little and then turn on something else. But, I was laughing too hard to work the remote and watched the whole 3 ½ hours. Then I went to bed.